[ it's an anxious time, waiting. he dislikes remaining still at the best of times, but after the connection is severed and allura proclaims she is on her way, lotor is left with his thoughts. and they range from a latent fury (because, if he were honest, he never actually had a decent set of parents) to frustration (because once again, honerva has no idea who he is) to a faint glimmer of hope (that it could be something as it should).
none of them are satisfying, though, and another dummy is about to meet an unfortunate end when he hears footsteps entering the arena, and lotor lowers his sword abruptly, almost annoyed at being caught allowing his temper to control even a minuscule harmless action, and is about to say so when he sees the tea. and some amount of tension escapes his shoulders in a sigh as lotor abandons the broadsword by leaning it against a wall, approaching her to take it without further argument. ]
Thank you.
[ temporarily pacified, though he doesn't immediately take a drink. ]
action
none of them are satisfying, though, and another dummy is about to meet an unfortunate end when he hears footsteps entering the arena, and lotor lowers his sword abruptly, almost annoyed at being caught allowing his temper to control even a minuscule harmless action, and is about to say so when he sees the tea. and some amount of tension escapes his shoulders in a sigh as lotor abandons the broadsword by leaning it against a wall, approaching her to take it without further argument. ]
Thank you.
[ temporarily pacified, though he doesn't immediately take a drink. ]
It's appreciated.